I will never stop looking for you
I Will Never Stop Looking for You
I have walked through fields
after the harvest,
when the stalks are broken
and the wind has nothing to carry.
I have searched the shorelines
long after the tide has left,
reading the scattered shells
as if they might spell your name.
I have listened
to windows rattle in storms,
to birds call out
before dawn breaks clean.
I do not know where you are—
only that something in me
still turns
when a door opens,
still pauses
at the sound of bare feet
on stone.
You are not behind me.
You are not ahead.
But the world
still bears your shape—
in the missing,
in the waiting,
in the way
my eyes do not rest.
